The girl at the snack bar seems totally unapproachable: the long honey-blond hair, the pink glossy lips, the sleek lycra dress and those skates, my god, the skates:  black with blue wheels that seem to glow from within as they carry her swiftly around the rink, her lithe body floating, not dancing, in time with the slow jams.  You’ve been staring at her all night, sure that such a creature would never even look your way in your ratty polo and clumsy rental boots.  Then, suddenly, as you sprinkle jalapenos on your tray of nachos, you catch her eye, and she smiles at you…a smile to die for.  You can’t believe your luck.

Later at your place the music is groovin’ and the two of you are movin’: surely this must be heaven.  “What’s your name, sweetie?” She asks in her silvery voice.  You tell her, and then, mortified that you didn’t think of it before, you ask hers:  “Mary,” she glows, and doesn’t seem in the least put out—in fact, all smiles, she nestles closer.  Mary…what a name.  What a girl.

You’re nervous so you offer to break the ice by giving her a backrub and she grins an assent, peels off, and turns over, giggling as your hands knead their way up her spine.  As you brush the curls from her shoulders, her whole body starts to shake with laughter and you sit straight up when you get a load of the tattoo:  the infinity symbol, right at the base of her neck, is blue, and it glows.  You touch it and scream, jumping quickly to your feet.

“WHAT ARE YOU?” you stammer as you frantically wave your poor blackened fingers.

“I told you, I’m Merry.  Merry Death.”  She’s coming for you now and she’s still smiling, and you know you’re about to die.

“Th-that’s just a legend!” You scramble for cover.  “And besides...Immortals don’t interact with humans!  It’s..it’s not allowed…is it?  You’re just a…a…”

“I got bored with the whole ferrying thing—Can you blame a girl for wanting a little action?”  As her fingers close around your throat she leans in close and whispers, “I had a great time tonight, sweetie,” and when she kisses you, it feels good…